Post by chey on Apr 17, 2016 2:35:23 GMT
In her dreams Shellheart is lost in a maze (or is she locked within it, no way out, no way out) that she can't even trust to have an exit. She walks in circles and circles (a wind-up toy, a marionette with strings so tight that this puppet will never be free) but she only gets more and more lost. She thinks it'd be easiest to turn around and go back the way she came. The roguish thief of a feline would be nothing but a memory she would learn to suppress underneath the weight of clan life.
But that's no longer an option – there's a desperate understanding that turning around will never get her what she wants, what she now believes she needs. There's a fear that tightens in her throat now and her tail sags behind her (Only for a moment, she promises herself. There's no giving up now.) to soak up the hopelessness. Sunhigh hits her back, and she feels exposed and revealed to the suffocating anticipation that embodies her.
She straightens herself, moons of bottled up tension making her muscle taut with concentration as met him at his hazel irises. If she weren't in such a risky position she might have had a more aggressive reaction to the tom's word. Fortunately his compromising position did leave some room for pity in her sweet soul.
"Oh, I'm fully aware of your position, thief," she starts. Her mew is bridled with slow building confidence. Her pink tongue sweeps itself over her front leg complacently, though on the inside she may have admitted it as a move of self-assurance. "But I'm afraid you'll have to wait," she mewed. She paced to the other side of him (making sure to avoid any damp soil) patting his tabby head with her tail tip as she walked past. "Look this way."
"You see there? Just a little ways off in that direction is the end of Shadowclan territory and onwards into unclaimed land." Shellheart motions her petite head, her gray eyes following and halting at the sight of the horizon. Her voice seemed to be saturated in wind chimes, a gentle dream-like longing sealing the edges of her mew. "I've heard story after story of what it's like out there. Valleys that never seem to end, hills that seem to touch the sky, greenleaf nights where it's as if the stars themselves seem to float just above the ground..." Her voice faded, finding herself being carried away into sense of otherness, of dreams she longed to walk in. Somehow she took no notice of the weight of her words. It's funny how easily pent up emotions can flow, how reckless her heart could be. Later Shellheart would discover that it may have well been the first time it started beating.
After a brief pause she returned her gaze to him, and her eyes shined like gems glistening with fierce optimism. She surveyed just as she had earlier, sizing him up for the fated words that propelled past her control. "Alright then," she bossed into a new subject, noting in the back of her mind that she still had no clue of his name. She stuffed that thought into the fathomless depths of her head. The last thing Shellheart needed was another reminder of her hasty action against the warrior code.
"We both know that I'm your only way of freedom now. And in turn... you will be mine."
It was then that she felt the skin of her ears go red, slightly embarrassed by the proclamation of her statement. The she-cat recovered simply by continuing, leaving no room to ponder for the bracken cat and ignoring her fluttering chest. "If you have any hope of surviving then agree with these terms: every moon you will act as my guide, take me beyond the border, and return me safely back to into Shadowclan territory! Once you promise me this, only then will I assist you. Do we have a deal?"
But that's no longer an option – there's a desperate understanding that turning around will never get her what she wants, what she now believes she needs. There's a fear that tightens in her throat now and her tail sags behind her (Only for a moment, she promises herself. There's no giving up now.) to soak up the hopelessness. Sunhigh hits her back, and she feels exposed and revealed to the suffocating anticipation that embodies her.
She straightens herself, moons of bottled up tension making her muscle taut with concentration as met him at his hazel irises. If she weren't in such a risky position she might have had a more aggressive reaction to the tom's word. Fortunately his compromising position did leave some room for pity in her sweet soul.
"Oh, I'm fully aware of your position, thief," she starts. Her mew is bridled with slow building confidence. Her pink tongue sweeps itself over her front leg complacently, though on the inside she may have admitted it as a move of self-assurance. "But I'm afraid you'll have to wait," she mewed. She paced to the other side of him (making sure to avoid any damp soil) patting his tabby head with her tail tip as she walked past. "Look this way."
"You see there? Just a little ways off in that direction is the end of Shadowclan territory and onwards into unclaimed land." Shellheart motions her petite head, her gray eyes following and halting at the sight of the horizon. Her voice seemed to be saturated in wind chimes, a gentle dream-like longing sealing the edges of her mew. "I've heard story after story of what it's like out there. Valleys that never seem to end, hills that seem to touch the sky, greenleaf nights where it's as if the stars themselves seem to float just above the ground..." Her voice faded, finding herself being carried away into sense of otherness, of dreams she longed to walk in. Somehow she took no notice of the weight of her words. It's funny how easily pent up emotions can flow, how reckless her heart could be. Later Shellheart would discover that it may have well been the first time it started beating.
After a brief pause she returned her gaze to him, and her eyes shined like gems glistening with fierce optimism. She surveyed just as she had earlier, sizing him up for the fated words that propelled past her control. "Alright then," she bossed into a new subject, noting in the back of her mind that she still had no clue of his name. She stuffed that thought into the fathomless depths of her head. The last thing Shellheart needed was another reminder of her hasty action against the warrior code.
"We both know that I'm your only way of freedom now. And in turn... you will be mine."
It was then that she felt the skin of her ears go red, slightly embarrassed by the proclamation of her statement. The she-cat recovered simply by continuing, leaving no room to ponder for the bracken cat and ignoring her fluttering chest. "If you have any hope of surviving then agree with these terms: every moon you will act as my guide, take me beyond the border, and return me safely back to into Shadowclan territory! Once you promise me this, only then will I assist you. Do we have a deal?"
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